Special Needs:Gloucester Road Lyrics

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I can't go back to fromwhere I grew up,With my tail round my legsAnd three quarters round my neckWill it endOur love sleeps in cinemas.Closed and so drugged.Aspiring young menWe are not doing what we ought to

Long nights, I v'e had a fewAnd they do for you.I know that I'm fucked upI know that I'm messed upIts staring out from the railway track

I can't be your man

Our love is picked off the carpetIt kicks at my hips and drives me bloody madWill it end.This is what barbedwire does to the breezeUs aspiring young menWe are not doing what we ought toWill it end?

Long nights I've had a fewAnd they do for youStaring out from a railway track